Butt stuff

You're still too shy to ask this girl directly for sex, even though you want to help her. Your mind races for a more playful, less intimidating approach. An idea pops into your head and before you can second guess it, you blurt out:

"Hey, I know! Let's play a game. It's called butt-gun."

She raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Butt-gun? How do you play?"

You explain the rules you're making up on the spot. "Well, my role is to put stuff in your butthole. Then I carry you around in a full nelson position with your legs folded back, knees by your head, right? And you're naked. The goal is for you to, uh, shoot the stuff out of your ass at your family members around the house. If you hit all the targets, then we both win! We have to try to not get caught."

She blinks at you, processing this bizarre suggestion. You hold your breath, wondering if you've gone too far. But to your surprise, a slow smile spreads across her face.

"That's... actually kind of genius," she says. "Risky, but it would definitely get their attention. And it's not like actual sex, so I won't get pregnant!"

You grin, relieved and excited. "Exactly! It's just a silly game. Totally innocent. So, you're in?"

She nods eagerly. "I'm in. Let's do it. But... what are you going to put in my butt?"

You glance around the room, searching for an appropriate object. Your eyes land on her collection of plushies. You point to a small, soft teddy bear.

"How about that little guy? Mr. Snuggles, right? He looks like he'd fit nicely."

She giggles and grabs the stuffed animal. "Mr. Snuggles, sorry for this." You both laugh. You watch her take her undies down and her top off.

You position the naked girl on the bed, face down and ass up. Slowly, carefully, you begin to work the plushie into her tight hole. She gasps and squirms at the foreign sensation.

"Is this okay?" you ask, pausing.

"Y-yeah," she breathes. "Keep going. It feels weird but... it's fine."

You continue to push until the teddy bear is fully inserted, a fuzzy ear just peeking out between her cheeks. You help her to her feet.

"Okay, now bend your knees up to your chest," you instruct.

She does so, folding herself nearly in half. You wrap your arms around her torso and smooth thighs from behind, locking your hands together in a full nelson hold. Her weight settles against your chest. Thankfully, she's as small as she is; you aren't He-Man.

"Ready?" you ask.

She nods, determination in her eyes. "Yeah. And by the way, it's on you to not get us caught."

You carry her full-nelson out of the bedroom and into the house, the plushie lodged firmly in her ass, ready to be launched at any unsuspecting relative.